HOOK I feel the bass‑spine breaker when the shadows start to slither, Every drop a demon whisper, every pulse a manic shiver. I’m the king of the collapse, crown forged in iron pressure, When the 808s erupt, they drag me deeper than the fissure. VERSE 1 I’m the night‑code tyrant, wired in violence, voltage climbing, Mind split—two beasts grinding, both timing their uprising. Razor thoughts colliding, every rhyme a blade aligning, When the bass hits—BOOM—my sanity starts unwinding. I’m the architect of havoc, every breath a brutal omen, Teeth grit, pulse swollen, inner monster half‑awoken. When he claws out, the floor cracks open— Distorted 808s detonate, the whole world broken. HOOK I feel the bass‑spine breaker when the shadows start to slither, Every drop a demon whisper, every pulse a manic shiver. I’m the king of the collapse, crown forged in iron pressure, When the 808s erupt, they drag me deeper than the fissure. VERSE 2 I’m the void‑born boss, frostbit rage in my jaw, Every beat a law, every scream a fatal flaw. Monster in my skull gnaws—chewing through the final straw, When he bursts free, the bass becomes the hammer of God. I spit venom in a spiral, rhyme patterns going primal, Every line a homicidal cycle (fictional, artistic, not real violence). Bass drops tidal, crushing idols, breaking spines in every rival, TrapMetal revival—my arrival is the signal of the tribal. OUTRO I’m the ruler of the wreckage, throne built from broken speakers, Every drop a soul‑seeker, every roar a grim reaper. When the monster takes the wheel, the bass becomes the leader— Crushing, blown‑out, distorted—nothing hits deeper.
